These days are rough

Patricia gave me a copy of Military Spouse magazine, and I couldn't read it without wanting to cry. There is an article about three World War II vets who visit the airport every day to great service members coming home. They are getting older. One has cancer. Another walks with a cane. But they go every day, and they get there early and watch for planes all day. I nearly started bawling reading the article.

I don't think a service member ever stops being a service member, no matter how long he or she serves. There is something different about them, the drive to help, the kindness in their eyes. It's innate.

I feel the safest when I am with Adam. It's not only that he's a good shot. He's also attentive, aware. I'm pretty oblivious. I'm surprised I've never been mugged (knock on wood). When we are out, he watches out for me. He looks for sketchy men eyeing me. He protects me. He ensures I'm all right 24/7.

I've been unsettled lately. I've been more crabby, more irritated, more detached. Maybe deployment is finally getting to me. Oddly, we won't be apart much longer, yet I'm feeling blue.